"I want to die peacefully, in my sleep, just like my grandfather - not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car" - The Onion.
No, I'm not scared of dieing
No, I wear my undies on the outside and I'm invincible
Yes. I don't want to die
"I want to die peacefully, in my sleep, just like my grandfather - not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car" - The Onion.
I'm more afraid of meeting Sensei one day.![]()
I know it's been around awile but this sums things up properly....
Life is NOT a journey to the grave, with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body,
BUT rather to skid in sideways, thoroughly used, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming...........
"F***, what a trip!
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
I never gave it a thought until a few years ago,now like the others I am concerned for the family I will leave behind - I keep having little scenes playing where they are talking about me in the past tense...sobbering.But I don't worry when I'm on a bike,I'm in control of my destiny there....there are other situations out of my control that I worry about.
Question (and not asked in a disrespectful way) ... I wonder if they allow bikes in heaven? I mean, if it's such a great place, surely you don't have to walk everywhere?Originally Posted by imdying
Grow older but never grow up
Now THAT would be nice to know. And do the traffic cops all go to Hell, leaving the roads unfettered?Originally Posted by Oakie
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
Amen brother, what a blessed hope!Originally Posted by imdying
And as for there being bikes in Heaven...i'm pretty sure the Lord has a very strict control on exhaust emissions up there, so no! Won't need them anyway when you can fly like an angel!!![]()
What he saidOriginally Posted by Zed
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There won't be any exhaust emissions. Why? Surely in heaven they use Holy Spirit instead of motor spirit?Originally Posted by Zed
(Don't mind me. I'm just a tolerant athiest)
Grow older but never grow up
Pretty much similar. Had a few close calls with death and was totally calm, thought "This is it" and then (obviously) it wasn't. I've remained clearheaded, done what I've had to to get out alive if there was anything I could do (sometimes you just have to hope that the cockhead behind the wheel pulls something out of a hat and saves everyone from his own stupidity).Originally Posted by Mental-Trousers
Injured my lower back for the first time and the thought raced through my mind that I might be maimed for life - most scared I've ever been in my life: crying, panicky hyped up brain activity (fret mode) and cold sweat!
Have also had near-accidents where I've been terrified that I might survive the accident - bad enough to fuck me up big time but not bad enough to mercifully kill me...
Not in a hurry to die - I have a lot of things I want to do ere I pass and I have three lovely kids I want to see well into adulthood - and I will do whatever is in my power to keep myself alive but I do not fear death. That is probably what will save my life most of all, I'm not likely to be panicked into doing something stupid in a life-or-death situation.
Motorbike Camping for the win!
Originally Posted by Finn
That's probably the most sensible comment I've seen you write :-)
I guess Sensei would go about 6'2'' or 6'3'' and 100kg
Hair red, belt black.
Your worries are not entirely without foundation.
There is a grey blur, and a green blur. I try to stay on the grey one. - Joey Dunlop
Ask the question when you're actually facing death. Till then, talk is cheap.
Speed doesn't kill people.
Stupidity kills people.
good point Lou.Originally Posted by Lou Girardin
i agree.
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I am Jack's complete lack of remorse .
That's not necessarily a fear of dying Dynamtus50, but a fear of someone killing you. Subtley different imho.
Don't see the point in worrying about it. Life is to be lived, not fretted over.
The closest call (and I suppose you'd say brush with death) I've had was in 2004 riding an Enfield Bullet through the streets of Chennai (India) with some mates from the local Enfield club. Was jinking around a cow and ended up right in front of a big dirty green bus that had moved erratically (something they ALL do).
Only a quick flick of the bike saved me from headbutting the bus. Remember thinking, "Fuck me, that was close" but just carried on riding.
I had often wondered how I would react in that sort of situation; quick life-saving action or terror-induced frozen rictus resulting in me being dead... it was nice to find out I'm the moving-quickly type.
There is nothing to fear but fear itself...and spiders.
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